You don't turn 21 every day. You had planned this party for a long time, where you would try alcohol for the first time, and maybe even find a girlfriend. You had not planned for the alcohol to disagree with you so strongly. You stood in the alley behind the bar, wrenching up the contents of your stomach.
"Need some help, friend?" You looked up with bleary eyes. You had removed your glasses so they wouldn't accidentally smash them in your inebriated state. You could make out the blurry outline of a woman at the end of the alley
"If you wouldn't mind," you groaned, before vomiting once again "Don't know what you'd get out of helping someone in such a sorry state as I am."
"People hide their true selves, their true beauty behind masks and veils. I know your current state is merely a veil of your truth."
When you looked up again, she was just out of arms reach of you. Wasn't she at the end of the alley a second ago? You'd believe you were dreaming if your thoughts weren't so lucid.
"Straighten up for me, and I can help you."
You do so, and feel a warm, soft hand on your stomach. A moment later, your nausea cleared, which was amazing in itself. Perhaps more inexplicable, was that your vision also cleared, becoming less blurry as the world was brought into clear focus, as if someone had put your glasses back on for you, and yet there were no lenses in-front of your eyes.
"Be healed," the stranger said, as she rose to her feet, giving you your first real look at her. Light blonde, almost white, hair framed a face that stopped your heart for a moment. Picture the face of the most beautiful woman in the world that you can think of: how big her nose is, eye color, lips, other features. This woman looked like this image of beauty. If you hadn't been so mesmerized by her face, you might have noticed the large wings, the same color as her hair, out to either side. However, when you would speak of this woman to your friends later, the memory of those wings would have faded, leaving only the memory of her face forefront in your mind. Still discombobulated from the drink and weak from the sickness, you didn't even think to ask the stranger's name, before she had walked around the corner, disappearing from your life as quickly as she had entered it.